You there. Move those marble slabs and brush the purple velvet.
Our peace has been made. Our armour is locked away.
We have no more fight left in us. We are Z'd.
Are our tombs ready yet? The slits in our wrists now only shoot air.
We need this to die. Sever our serpentine ties and unwrap and unwind.
.....-†-†-†-.....
And after some time we will rise again.
Quicker. Faster. Str◊nger. Deader.
Never.